Infiltration

Im gonna use this time
to make your mind wonder
its just the poetic s**t in me
tantalizing those dirty
boys and girls of a carnal nature

My pen and I
your poetic w***e
baby let me undress your mind
slide my inklicious delicious tongue
down the indentations of your spine
erupting the passion deep inside

I infiltrate your senses
with the essence of my presence
caressing your mind
as you undress my thoughts
over and over over and over again
with passion invading minds
tangled intertwined interwoven
we touch each other in unseen places
unreachable places creating
heat between the spaces
man your all over my mind
on a ride so deep
it feels like our rhythm
was created by a symphony

Let me stop fronting
cumming is the touch
ball point of my metrical composition
examine my lines my words
my unrhyming rhyme
wrapped in metaphors
for if you don't grasp
my moments in minutes
thought processes
of a rebel erotic lyricist
you need not try

My thoughts transgress
into hardcore kink
in karma sutra illustrations
I'm thinking of licking
sucking flicking
f*****g drinking
what hes inking

I'm your paper
I'm the companion of your pen
I wrap my mind around each word
as I fallowed each descriptive line
I read with my fingers
so I don't miss a thing

I was so consumed
by traveling waves that became a beat
you made my mind wet
my eyes fondled with your wordplay
as you leave me with satisfactory
spasmodic intensity

Lets trade rolls
lets be seahorses
let me make you my pen
spelling out passions
in explicit ways
lyrically tasting you
and letting your tip play with my tongue
delicate yet fierce in swaying black ink
your like a poetic super man
your words make me think

I thank you for allowing me
to feed my greed
lying next to me
getting to the beat of me
write poetry on my flesh
molest my breasts ingest my essence
your presence is wanted
my body haunted by passions flaunted
conjured up by your talented
torrid perverted pen

Perhaps I should end it here
but my breath escapes to hum melodies
whenever paper and ink meet

Ejaculate yourself into my mind
embedded in each beat of my heart
I slightly moan and gasp for air
as you pull my hair
pleasures with a rapid move
ready to feel slow grinds
my screams echo through walls
and window seals
increasing speed
listening to the voices
of your body speak
echos of Oooh's and Ahhh's
passion cries are the only words
I know how to speak.

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

well I must say Ive shocked myself with this poem lol it was inspired by a poem I posted earlier called "Sweet Talker" I don't know whats got into me but I hope it doesn't let go please let me know what you think much thanks

P.S. this sounds better read out loud as it is a slam poem

Reviews

[SamBug]

Once again, you took me by surprise. You are truly talented at what you do and I'm impressed. Fantastic job!

[Jed]

Stunning you took me on a wild ride I loved the beat that was within this poem I am a fan you are so talented and I love the passion you convey in your poetry and I bet its more intense in person ;)

100/100

[GTVile]

That was intense! I think that that motivation has served you well, as you certainly slam the reader with this piece. I wouldn't change a thing. You certainly get the mind's juices flowing!

[Breadrun]

Wow, nice poem, so sexy and you were able to summarisng the connection between sex and poetry very well

[ColorblindMartian.]

Love the metaphorical, sexual, connection between writing and expression. There's many ways to describe it, but you romanced the words, and made this quite the enthralling piece.

[Dilan Gray]

I love all the images in this poem. You put a lot of passion into it. This is a great poem.

[Elle B. T.]

This is the steamiest metaphor that I've read, describing the relationship between the writer and the scribing tool. Hmm :) Good work.

[Steph's_romantic_myster..]

I'll say it once, I'll Say it again........OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Got to get a smoke C-ya